It Ain't Easy: (An Urban Story) COMPLETE

Jihad
*BBRRRIINNNGGGG,* My loud as alarm clock go. I climb out my bed, as the ice cold air hit me. "Damn, why the fuck is it so cold?" I say to myself while turning off the air. I walk down the hall to my little brother's room, because know his ass ain't up yet. "Aye, Jamal get your big head ass up man. You gone be late," I say shaking my little brother to wake up. "Man just five more minutes," he grunts. "I'm gone be on your ass in five more minutes, now get your ass up," I warn. Just to give you a little info about me, I'm Jihad, it's Indian for Holy war or some shit like that. I don't know about the holy part, but I do love war, and any motherfucker that try me will get it too. I grew up in the Heights of Washington D.C., and I raised myself and my little brother Jamal. I'm not about to tell you about how hard it is growing up in the hood, because y'all nigga's should already know by now. Anyway, let me finish getting this little nigga ready for daycare, I got stuff to do. "You be...

Too lose in the tongue around children. It may seem cliche but you should allow the little boy to keep his innocence. Referring to the "thug" comment and also the" like she gave you some pussy" comment.